Author Games: The Final War

Quarter Finals Males

Epping Collin: 

 A screen appeared in the air. It looked as though it was the same projector used to show the dead.   "Hello tributes. It's time for family interviews. Up first is Epping Collin. Welcome his family." Drystan spoke through the arena, waving at what looked to be Cassidy and I.  

I watched the screen as Makenna greeted a woman. She was tall, most likely reaching a few inches underneath me. Her hair fell in soft curls, and reached her hips. The woman's eyes were the same blue colour as mine. Her face came up in slight wrinkles, showing signs of ageing. This woman, she must be my mother. If my mother didn't have the same curls and blue eyes from when I last saw her, she'd be unrecognisable.   

Sixteen years. That's how long it'd been since I last saw her. I didn't hate her for leaving us, I understood why she did it, but sometimes I wish that I knew her better. From what I remembered of her, she reminded me of, well, me. She too loved getting creative.   

"Akisha I've brought you here today, regarding your son, Epping, I believe." My mother nodded her head in response to Makenna who seemed to be doing the talking.  

"Epping? I haven't seen the kid in sixteen years. Why the eff (except she didn't say eff) would you be interviewing me?" She snarled at Makenna. My mouth dropped open in shock. Did she not care about me anymore? Did she ever? During this, Cassidy remained silent. He only knew briefly of my family.  

"Umm, do you not know your son is a tribute in the games fighting  to his death?" Drystan asked with a raised eyebrow. My mother stared at him with an intense gaze.  

"Yes, I know, but what makes you think I care? I'm an honest person, and I'm going to tell you this. I wish he was dead. So please, come back to me when you have the wonderful news. I'm surprised he's managed to get this far," my mother sneered at Makenna and Drystan before she stood abruptly. I gasped. It was clear, I meant so little to her that she wished for my death. What kind of mother wishes that upon their child?   

My 'mother' huffed, walking off, but didn't quite get far. Makenna grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the chair she had been sitting on previously. "You're ex husband along with his girlfriend are about to come. You need to stay. It's required," Makenna fake smiled at her. My mother rolled her eyes.  

"No, you have no right to tell me what to do. I don't want to see those two faces!" She shouted. 

"Sorry, here they are now."  

My mother stomped her foot in anguish. That's when Ayla, along with my dad walked in. Ayla was dressed in a knee-length, purple and black dress. The dress was black on the top. From her shoulders to her hips where it ran into a light purple material that was longer at the back. The purple blew in the breeze that was coming from the open door as well as her hair. God did she look beautiful. It made me long for her. Long to wrap my arms around her skinny waist and plant a kiss on her lips in a soft, loving manor. I know, I'm a sap.  

"Is that your girlfriend? She's hot," Cassidy said, finally speaking up. I hit him in the shoulder playfully.   

"Yes, now don't ever let me catch you saying that again, got it Cassidy?" I said in warning to him. He nodded his head.   

"Ayla, Phillip, welcome. I expect the two of you know why you're here." Makenna stated, and they both nodded, sitting down beside my mother who had since sat down. My dad shuffled slightly away from her, in realisation.   

"Now it's come to my attention that Epping's mother is not the person who I first thought." The two looked at her with shocked faces. They didn't even know what she said.